88 MARKHOR. 



kidneys and stomach all smashed up. My aim had been to reach the 

 lungs and heart, but the animal's movement had been more than I had 

 allowed for, and the bullet entered the back in front of the right hip. It 

 came on to snow hard, I could see no trace of the other markhor, so had to 

 make for camp below, which I reached very cold and wet, the snow 

 turning into sleet in the lower and warmer valley. 1 saw a good many 

 pheasants en route (one being that erroneously yclept " Argus " in the 

 Himalayas), and clambered down the cliffs alongside a waterfall of about 

 250ft., that did not touch a rock from top to bottom. It was a grand 

 cascade, but the weather was not quite suitable for sight-seeing. 



Next day being Sunday, I did not go out, but devoted Monday, Tuesday, 

 and Wednesday to the ridges and corries, and, seeing nothing but females 

 and small males, I did not fire a shot. The heavy snow and frosts at 

 night were driving the game down, for all big tracks led away towards 

 the valley where I had shot the last. So ended my most charming 

 rambles after markhor. 



